The road was lit

February 10

The road was lit
With the light of the Moon,
Awash in snow.

I met a Buddha,
And before I could
Open my mouth in greeting,
She killed me.

I had forgotten
How sharp the axe is,
And how sweet the surrender.

I have been reminded,
And I give thanks
For cruelty in kindness,
For the love that hurts to heal, and
For the Teachers
That are without fear.